When someone stabs you it’s not your fault that you feel pain.
But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians,” confided Gamache. “All that silence. Gives them ideas.
I often think we should have tattooed on the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, “I might be wrong.
She picked up her book and tried to read but it was heavy in her hands. She struggled to hold it, wanting to finish the story, wanting to know how it ended. She was afraid she’d run out of time before she ran out of book.
That was the danger. Not that betrayals happened, not that cruel things happened, but that they could outweigh all the good. That we could forget the good and only remember the bad.
When my death us do part Then shall forgiven and forgiving meet again, Or will it be, as always was, too late?
Not a spoon clinked against a mug, not a creamer was popped, peeled and opened, not a breath. It was as though something else had joined them then. As though silence had taken a seat.
I’ve been treating you with courtesy and respect because that’s the way I choose to treat everyone. But never, ever mistake kindness with weakness.
Abby Hoffman said we should all eat what we kill. That would put an end to war.
I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.
Plenty of time for a close friendship to turn to hate. As only a good friendship could. The conduit to the heart was already created.
The reason “belonging” was so potent, so attractive, so much a part of the human yearning, was that it also meant safety, and loyalty. If you were “one of us” you were protected.
Funny how imperfections on the outside mean something splendid beneath.
His theory is that life is loss,’ said Myrna after a moment. ‘Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we’ll lose ourselves.
I think you might try leading your life as though it’s just you. If he comes back and you know your life will be better with him, then great. But you’ll also know you’re enough on your own.
Olivier looked at him blankly. But the Chief Inspector had seen that look before. It was, in fact, almost impossible to look blank. Unless the person wanted to. A blank face to the Chief Inspector meant a frantic mind.